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“Now, Argia Candente! Step towards your doom! Do not hesitate and do not attempt to run! You are surrounded, and your Patron is not here to save you!”
Carnaval’s mouth twitches.
You step forward, your feet leaving the black stone for the cold gold. Standing in the middle of the hexagon, you scan at the crowd.
Perhaps looking…
… for what? You will not find your friends there.
You will not find Master, or your family, or Willow… neither Rosandra of Sandora.
And perhaps not even a pair of green eyes.
She is surely gone.
What sense would it make to witness your death? You are of no use of her.
You would have hoped Lithala could let go of her own anger just a little. But that rift will not be mended. It had been open long before you were born, and it will not close long after your memory is dust.
Now, all those visions you received… everything that happened, at least it makes sense.
You hold onto your cameo, for the last time.
There is but the faintest hint of warmth coming from inside. Last ember of the girl who was named after them.
Though it would have been… proper… for Lithala of the Night Land to witness.
But your wishes are like the wishes of wheat, ere the farmer’s sickle falls. Didn’t Rosandra say something like that?
So be it…
Ah… you do not want to die.
But it feel surprisingly light.
One final weight taken off your shoulders.
You have chosen, indeed.
<span class="mu-i">Please look after them[/i.]
No answer.
At this point you do not expect one.
Your feet are starting to feel warm.
Scalding.
Like you have stepped over an open furnace.
The metal softens under your weight.
And a shudder of fear runs up your spine.
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>each anon roll a 1d100. Try to score a 66.>Best of Six.and once again, thanks for playing, all this time.</span>
